Trololo, Prison Edition

Concertina Wired Shorts

It's a little after 18:00 one Saturday evening. My beautiful Ducks won their college ball game, 41-7, clearly not giving a dam about the Beavers. (Go chew some trees! :p)

We're waiting for dinner to arrive, and one of my friends is standing at the table talking with the three of us sitting here.

Out of nowhere, he starts rubbing the tape that covers a sticker with my name on it, which is on my tablet. In turn, I spontaneously start to sing a bit of a song by the late Eduard Khil:
"Trololololo-lo-lolo-lololo-tro-lo-lololol..."

The standing friend cracks up laughing, his reply being another song:
"Ohhh, you touch my tro-lo-lo! My ding-ding-dong!"

I continue with my chosen song while rubbing the tape myself, which sets the youngest person at the table laughing himself beet red. He gets up to go use the phone, and I continue to mouth this song in his direction as he tries to call his family.

Poor guy is just laughing so hard at the absurdity of the moment.

I think that, for that brief moment in time, that young man left the confines of this prison for a better place, thanks to some good, mostly clean humor.

If only we had a better way to rehabilitation for people here.
Maybe if people were to vote in rehabilitation-minded individuals... 🤔